Melodious mantra,
mellifluous muse,
oh how you tease,
with your will to refuse.
© Muse 05.12.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Hesiod and the Muse (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Muse
05 Wednesday Dec 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry
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Footloose
05 Wednesday Dec 2012
Posted in Poetry
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ageing, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, footloose and fancy free, hibernation, life cycle, old age, poetry
Sometimes I feel that I am small,
and I don’t matter anymore,
I am so tired I could surely sleep,
for an eternity I would forever weep,
my heart feels heavy, and my mind so dull,
my body aches from a life lived full.
The fight is gone and the flame subdued,
passion’s waned as a life concludes;
once more be young, footloose and free?
I’ve had my day, and it’s not for me.
© Footloose 05.12.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Ladybird on a sunflower A rare spot of sun and blue sky this August brings a ladybird and a sunflower out at the same time. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Hazelhurst
04 Tuesday Dec 2012
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Love, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, childhood home, Derbyshire, Hasland, Hazelhurst, homesick, longing, memories, poetry, Victorian architecture
I could never live,
in a red brick house,
with frilly nets,
that pucker and flounce.
With rooms so square,
shaped like a box;
oh no! not me,
give me stone and rocks.
Victorian aged,
with features so old
flag stone floors,
that strike up the cold.
Stone inglenook fires,
glowing embers and coal,
black basalt hearth,
to bear my soles.
Mullioned windows,
shutters and sash,
transom light, stained,
carved fine mountain ash.
A long sweeping drive,
to a panelled oak door,
proud portico porch,
chequerboard floor.
Orchard and lawns,
domed topiary box,
walled kitchen garden,
growing herbs, veg, and stocks.
That’s my dream house,
from my sepia past,
how I long to be there,
and remain everlast.
© Hazelhurst 04.12.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Yorkshire
30 Friday Nov 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Bronte, coal dust, Coal mining, Henry Moore, mining, pit, poetry, slag heaps, Ted Hughes, Thatcher, The Moors, Wuthering Heights, Yorkshire
My love affair with Yorkshire,
is strange to the extreme,
the rain comes down in stair rods,
as puddles turn to streams.
Flint faced buildings stand proud,
the natives just the same;
hard with a directness,
reflecting poverty’s pain.
‘Aye up love’, and ‘Ta duck’,
a mantra of the North,
a warmth and loyal passion,
found around the hearth.
Depleted coal face scenery,
ghost towns from the past,
mine the depths of politics,
betrayed by bluest lass.
Coal-dust mottled snowscapes,
contrast the wuthering heights,
bleak outstanding wilderness,
the slag heap moors by night.
My soul belongs in Yorkshire,
with Brontë, Hughes, and Moore,
this northern heart keeps beating,
‘til death doeth close the door.
© Yorkshire 30.11.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Yorkshire (Photo credit: gollenr)
November
30 Friday Nov 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, cold, frost, ice, Jack Frost, November, poetry, wind, winter
Jack Frost
bites toes
west winds
redden nose
solid puddles
don’t trip!
fleecy boots
non-slip
woolly mittens
snuggle fingers
rosy cheeks
breath lingers
icy weather
November blasts
shivering cold
winter lasts
© November 30.11.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
november (Photo credit: flavijus)
That Sinking Feeling
29 Thursday Nov 2012
How could you not realise?
Did you not think?
…that I would not notice,
we’re starting to sink.
Atmosphere’s electric,
could cut with a knife;
a lightning conductor,
where lightning strikes twice.
Our words are so crossed,
it’s a tangled up mess,
there’s really no hope,
we’re doomed! (More or less.)
So it’s pistols at dawn,
as we’re matched in a duel,
with our rapiers drawn,
adding fire to our fuel.
I know it’s no contest,
this match that we’re in;
like hell will you beat me,
I’m determined to win!
© That Sinking Feeling 29.11.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Lightning striking the Eiffel Tower (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Bad Blood
29 Thursday Nov 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, biology, cancer, DNA, inheritance, poetry, traits
I have bad blood
within me,
it’s bad blood –
you see?
It goes to,
the bones, and
permeates me.
It stems from
my Father,
and is truly
a curse.
Bad blood
within,
chapter
line
and
verse.
© Bad Blood 29.11.12
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Micah’s DNA (Photo credit: micahb37)
Stuck with You
28 Wednesday Nov 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
Why am I so invisible?
you do not seem to see,
all the things I do for you,
I always meet your needs.
I know that when I talk to you,
I may as well be dead,
you do not hear a single thing,
that I have bloody said!
Is it that you do not care?
I find it hard to conceive,
that anything I mention,
you simply don’t believe.
We really aren’t compatible,
I know without a doubt,
one day I’ll take my boring self,
and get the hell right out!
Until that day I’m stuck with you,
and all your childish ways,
I’ll spread my wings and fly away,
(I’m marking off the days!)
© Stuck with you 28.11.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Bluestar Ink October 2012 Desktop Calendar (Photo credit: emily.bluestar)
Shame
27 Tuesday Nov 2012
![sad puppy [598]](https://i0.wp.com/farm5.static.flickr.com/4081/4914883259_0856b6637b_m.jpg "sad puppy [598]")
Wear the heavy,
coat of shame,
as blame creeps in,
and calls your name.
Feel your face,
hot like the sun,
embarrassment burns,
humiliation!
Worldly winds,
are at their play,
pain, blame and shame,
bring infamy.
© Shame 27.11.12
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
sad puppy [598] (Photo credit: brianjmatis)
Emptiness
26 Monday Nov 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
With injured mood,
and heavy heart,
my mind does brood,
as soul departs,
from love ne’er found,
mere trickery,
of clocks o’er wound,
to life’s cruel frippery.
Nature’s folly,
plays the part,
as Venus mocks,
with thorned heart.
Hormones compound,
to taunt the soul,
where loneliness,
doeth fill the whole.
© Emptiness 26.11.12
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Venus over Witton Lakes (Photo credit: ringsofsaturnrock)
Worldly Winds 